The bright moon and stars are all shrouded in dark clouds.
Such weather makes Meishan very happy.
God was helping him! He moved quickly, shuttled back and forth between the roofs, and in less than ten breaths, he was done.
Without staying for a moment, he waved his hand gently and left quietly in the darkness.
Nothing happened all night.
The next day, the sun rose as usual.
The bright sunshine shone down, and Elder Meishan slowly opened his sleepy eyes.
That night, he slept soundly and dreamed that the Xianwu Academy promoted him to the rank of inner sect elder! It is said that people feel refreshed when happy events occur.
After washing up, he walked towards the ring with a happy face.
The other elders were very puzzled when they saw him like this.
Elder Meishan and his granddaughter were beaten until they lay in bed. Why are they so happy today?
Moreover, two of the masters from the outer sect of Xianwu Academy have been lost, and there are still three others. It is not known how he will face the bombing of the Supreme Sect today. What reason does he have to smile so happily?
Unable to restrain their curiosity, several people looked at each other and started asking questions one after another.
"Elder Mei, are you so happy today because of today's challenge? You have a way to deal with it?"
"Yes, if you have it, why not tell it and make everyone feel at ease!"
"If we don't get a good ranking this time, the academy will have to reduce the training resources of the outer sect. At that time, our resources will also be reduced!"
"No, I was so worried that I didn't sleep last night because of this!"
The elders said something to each other, and their conversations were all filled with worries about the challenge.
Mei Shan listened to their words, smiled calmly, waved his sleeves, and said: "Elders, why do you need to worry? Our Xianwu Academy has many talented people, so why should we be afraid of the Supreme Sect?"
"Besides, in yesterday's battle, one won and the other lost. They were evenly matched. It's still unclear who will win and who will lose..." Here, a group of elders were chatting.
Their words reached the ears of the disciples of the Supreme Sect, and they couldn't help but sneer.
"Aren't these people beaten stupid?
What are you talking about in your sleep in broad daylight?"
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that our Supreme Sect is sure to win this battle in the outer sect's arena!"
"This is not the first time that the people from the Xianwu Academy have spoken harshly. Wait a while, and they will remain silent like yesterday!"
"Set a small goal today and turn the Xianwu Academy into a library!"
...Obviously, after yesterday's baptism, these disciples of the Supreme Sect have become more and more arrogant.
After all, both Qi Lu and the junior brother who was kicked out by Han Lingfeng were the weakest among them.
If it were them who took action today, wouldn't they be able to sweep through the outer gate of Xianwu Academy?
These words fell into Elder Meishan's ears like needle pricks.
Supreme Sect! A group of waiters, how dare you speak so shamelessly! Today, you will be made to pay the price! He suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Long, this morning, you will face the Supreme Sect, are you willing?"
On the side, Xiao Long took a few steps forward and came to Elder Meishan. He clasped his hands and saluted: "Disciple is willing!"
After the words fell, Xiao Long jumped up.
In mid-air, a roaring sound exploded, like a dragon roaring straight into the sky! As soon as he appeared, countless disciples were amazed.
It had long been rumored that Xiao Long had broken through to a two-star spiritual body. When we saw him today, he was indeed well-deserved.
With such momentum, the chances of winning today will definitely be much higher.
"Senior Brother Xiao, smash them to pieces!"
The entire Xianwu Academy echoed the same sentence.
Many female students were so impressed by Xiao Long's tall, tall and handsome appearance that they widened their eyes and looked infatuated.
On the ring, Xiao Long remained silent.
His eyes flashed with a soul-stirring cold light from time to time, scanning the Supreme Sect and others below the stage.
That gaze was as cold as a steel knife, piercing into their hearts.
This is a master! At this moment, the expressions of everyone in the Supreme Sect became serious. Even the young man in blue had a little more caution in his eyes.
This time, don't be careless! "Yang Zhong, come on!"
The young man in blue groaned.
Then, a thin figure stood up.
He didn't say anything and walked straight towards the ring.
"Senior brother, is that man on stage really that powerful?"
A voice sounded from among the disciples of the Supreme Sect.
Others don't know their strength, but they themselves know it very well.
This Yang Zhong is their senior brother, and he can be considered one of the top five masters in this team.
Although Senior Brother Yang was silent on weekdays, he did not dare to underestimate him, especially the sword behind him. Once it came out of the body, it would be stained with blood, which was extremely terrifying.
In other words, in their view, betraying Yang Zhong too early would expose their trump card.
Upon hearing this, the young man in blue glanced at Xiao Long on the stage and said in a deep voice, "Are you accustomed to being arrogant and have forgotten that this is the Xianwu Academy?"
Xianwu Academy Again, it is also the Xianwu Academy! Even the outer gate is a place of crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Moreover, he and Xiao Long have met once before, and this person’s strength is definitely not weak! Letting Yang Zhong, who is also a two-star spirit body, challenge him is not to make a fuss out of a molehill, but to give his opponent enough respect! "Please obey!
Brother, teach me a lesson!"
The disciples of the Supreme Sect were taught a lesson by the young man in blue, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything anymore.
While several people were talking, waves of fairy cyclones were already swirling above the arena.
Unlike Mei Man and Han Lingfeng, Xiao Long completely released the power in his body from the beginning.
His aggressive aura was as aggressive as a tiger's.
"drink!"
Xiao Long was heard yelling angrily, and his shirt exploded, revealing his strong body.
Of course, there are also the horrific scars on his body.
These are the medals he left behind when he went to the White Mist Forest for training.
Although he is a child of the Xiao family and has been pampered since childhood, he is actually a practicing madman and practices in an almost crazy way.
There is no other purpose, just to join the inner sect and become a true inner sect disciple.
Only by stepping into the inner gate can one be qualified to become a true immortal cultivator! Mei Shan was very satisfied when he saw this scene.
He knows Xiao Long well.
A cultivator with rich combat experience will have a huge advantage in the competition.
Coupled with what he did last night, there is probably no suspense in this battle. The face that the Immortal Martial Academy lost yesterday will be paid back twice as much by their supreme sect general today! As an opponent, Yang Zhong felt Xiao Long’s immortal power.
Spiritual Cyclone nodded slightly.
"Some strength!"
He said lightly, and then put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Such an opponent is qualified for him to draw his sword.
Moreover, it can also give him a hearty battle! "Hiss..." The disciples of the Supreme Sect gasped when they saw this scene.
This... is too exaggerated! When Yang Zhong drew his sword, he was either dead or injured! In today's arena, it looked like everyone was trying their best! But... at the moment when he drew his sword, Yang Zhong paused for a moment.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that something was wrong...
